On the one hand, this unhinged rant of an obituary from The New Yorker‘s Jeffrey Toobin is vile, vicious and vacuous. It makes me slightly ashamed to be a subscriber. On the other hand, it inspires me. It makes me want to live my life in such a way that I cause people to sputter […]
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